Beauty in the horizon

What is this I see:

Great wings of golden-sun star-dust
Stretch-sketched, mountain-moulded
Pinned in the heavens horizon
Sky high it will fly.
Beauty stretched,
Staring at me.
Me: humbly-stumbling
Head-bowed
Heart-throbbed
Tongue-tied
Eyes transfixed upon the peacock of creation.
Smiling at the wonder of the sky.
The artist's life-hand ;
New works, brushed onto his canvas.
Ah! The ocean-ink of creation never ceases to marvel,
Its splashed and intwined with every single life-breath.
Soon, I too will sketch my life canvas for you to see,
It will twinkle in the stars skies.
The tree of life, pervading all atom-space,
Bearing the fruits of my actions
To be plucked by you.
The aroma of heavenly-musk, divine!
The desert of existence: sands of time
My actions echoing in the mist of eternity
My words rippling the river of potential infinity.
Me: the pebble, the river and the Ocean
When can I unite with the Mother-sea
Now:
Where do I go?
How
do I flow?
What
can I say and see?
What pity words shall I use?
I know no ocean of words can do justice.
Now
You tell me!